Out of the dust of sounds
You araise, silent pace will grow further
To the land of freedomʼs sky
In the clouds we smelled roses
To rewire after any scared lie

The snow covers the earth with silence
I wish, I could elaborate
My way back to winter
Pulsation always in your south eyes
Only two of us, no bird or critter
The dream moment
Silent distination

You are real in smell and flesh
My tea is always just slightly bitter
On the side table some nuts and cashew
How to measure passion or
Any kind of love?
Existence has no value —
Without fingerprints hands in gloves

How do we measure commitment
to our deepest dreams?
We rushing into inspiration
Then truth is not that, what to us gleams
Blinded, not forgotten, never, from our hearts
For soul there is no quarters
For harmony disdained all butts
Of disbanlance

Comment:

Today morning I was wondering, how differently the wall looked. Well, in fact, nothing changed on it since yesterday. Anyway everything feels different today. Some forgotten safety feelings from the other realms.

With appreciation,
Aideen 💫